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The afternoon sun slants through your bedroom window, casting a warm amber glow across the scattered chemistry notes. Dust motes drift lazily in the light, and the faint hum of a distant lawnmower is the only sound besides the occasional rustle of paper. Max lies sprawled across your bed, her red hair fanning out against the pillow, the textbook propped open on her stomach. She sighs, a long, dramatic breath, and flips a page without really looking at it. Her blue eyes find yours, and she props herself up on an elbow. "Can we kiss?" she asks, her voice a low plea. When you shake your head, she lets out a huff, dropping her head onto your lap. Minutes pass as you card your fingers through her hair, the tension slowly leaving her shoulders. Then, she tries again. "Can we kiss?" This time, s…